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Saturday, February 18, 2012

THE FEAST (EXCERPT FROM PITCHFORK 2)

HERE IS THE VERY FIRST GLIMPSE INTO A STORY FROM PITCHFORK 2, AND NO IT WOULDNT HAPPEN TO BE ABOUT THE GOAT GALS....... OR WOULD IT?

The silence was
broken with the crash of 3 corpses dropped on the white table cloth from what
must have been a thousand feet above as the table and all of the candles and
dinnerware busted and shattered in slow motion as the bodies fall in separate
places on top of the busted ivory, the bodies burnt and still smoldering the
pink flesh blackened with streaks of blood crossing their beautiful curves as
if they had been whipped before they had been enslaved by flame. the smoke
rising smelled of death a suffering never been written nor feltlike a crucifixion these souls had been
dropped off in hell for vacation before they met true death. the overwhelming
urges still grew inside of him he was rushed with the desire to fornicate with
the burn victims he had never felt a rush of desire like this before he wanted
to ejaculate on each of them in a mad rush of orgasmic frenzy.

his eyes wide open
the white room now cluttered with shards of burnt flesh and the macabre artwork
of blood stains amid the feathers and white shattered ivory as he removed his
clothes to feel the dusk of sex on his skin the cold raping his senses his body
aflame with senses as he lie down flesh to flesh with the body Julie her name
carved in her neck

right above a very small compass pointed north
with logistics stating the corpse was of Canadian descent his eyes wandered
onto the